I froze like a squirrel caught stealing snacks from a vending machine as the doorbell rang again.
Without missing a beat, I started shoving Mr. Jeon into my room like a smuggled illegal chicken nugget.
My foot barely crossed the threshold when Yuna, Satan's most loyal intern—sprinted to open the door like she'd been training for this exact moment her whole life.
"Yuna dear, when did you come here?"
That voice.
That voice which haunts me even in my nightmares.
I peeked to see the ultimate boss villains in action.
My mom chatting cheerfully, and my sister walking in like she was forced to enter a peasant's hut.
Excuse me!! I fund their entire household, and she walks in like I begged her for crumbs?!
I swear, she should pay rent.
Luckily, they hadn't noticed the man-shaped scandal I was smuggling through the hallway. Yet.
Yuna turned around and gave me a smirk so evil it could've melted the Wicked Witch of the West's broomstick.
